CHORUS & THE RING

By R.E.M.
>From Reveal

Tab by Chris Lawrence (mustang@islandnet.com)

There seems to be at least 2 guitars, a clean electric panned
left and an acoustic panned right. They seem to be playing
slightly different variations on the same chords.

Verse chords (listen to LP for timing):

E--0-----5---
B--2-----3---
G--0-----0---
D--2-----4---
A--0-----5---
E------------

Sometimes substitute Dsus2 for the Sugar Mtn D.

Or the electric sometimes plays this chord:

E--5--
B--3--
G--2--
D--0--
A-----
E-----

chorus:

E--0---
B--3---
G--2---  dont know second chord..
D--0---
A------
E------

bridge:

E--3--              --0--
B--3--              --0--
G--0-- for three    --0--
D--0-- bars, then:  --2-- back into A7/D verse
A--2--              --2--
E--3--              --0--

after the 3rd chorus, the electric plays this:

E------0-------5----
B--------2---3---3--
G----------0-------- repeat while acoustic plays
D----2-------------- A7/D rhythm chords...
A--0----------------
E-------------------

end on A7.


Lyrics:

hey there now young one
you swing alone, quote the scriptures,
keep them guessing which bed you crawled from

justify, just deny
was it fun?
your time has come
what have you done?
what have you done?

that's when the insults start to sting
you can't remember anything
the chorus chiming
every chorus the machine of God
singin'.

it's the poison that it measures
brings illuminating vision
it's the knowing with the wink
that we expect in Southern women

it's the wolf that knows which trip to dip to save its soul
it's the octopus that crawled back to the sea.

that's when the insults start to sting
you can't remember anything
the chorus chiming
every chorus the machine of God
hey.....

hammered, shooting plywood in the backyard
laughing 'cause the racket makes the blackbird sing
like the holy terror
suck the marrow from the bone
since you're always burning books
you got the chorus and the ring

that's when the insults start to sting
you can't remember anything
the chorus chiming
every chorus the machine sings.

that's when the insults start to sting
you can't remember anything
the chorus chiming
every chorus the machine sings.

that's when the calibration brittle
as a stick hits you
the gold ring in the time museum
cheaper than a link
gold ring
gold ring. 

sing.
sing.
sing.
sing.